There they all were--the presents that had been given to various of the Carstairs baronets by royal donors--carefully packed and bestowed.

And at sight of them, Mr.Lindsey looked significantly at me, and then at Murray.
"He was a wily and a clever man, this fellow that's lying behind us," he muttered.

"He pulled our hair over our eyes to some purpose with his tale of Lady Carstairs and her bicycle--but I'm forgetting," he broke off, and drew me aside.

"There's another thing come out since you left me and Smeaton tonight," he whispered.

"The police have found out something for themselves--I'll give them that credit.